"homophone" poems
What
we
sea
Not
What
we
here
Rather Silly-
Rather Queer?
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
If I travelled, across the landscape of my mind,
And, I chose to take you with me – guess what you might find?
I’d talk you into many things,
I’d make you see the sea.
We would buy some wood
Pay by cheque, which you would check
And build an arc upon an ark.
And you’d, set sail with me!
Whether we had the weather or not
We’d sail a week, and you’d feel so weak
You’ll beg me for dry land!
And so, we’d end the feat on our two feet
And, tow; toe-to toe.
Until ashore, we land.
We’d shout aloud, if that’s allowed?
To see if we’re alone?
We’d find we are and start to panic
But get woken by the phone.
Steve Collins.
24/8/10
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
it's getting scarier by the HOUR
OUR world will never see PEACE
PIECE by piece we're overpowered
overpowering us as our fears increase
we sit idle as hatred BREWS
BRUISED by the war torn SCENE
SEEN as only pawns to lose
losing all of our hopes and dreams
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
The one who PRAYS only for PRAISE
will never RAISE to see the RAYS
just a ROLE to help you ROLL
falling in the WHOLE ****** HOLE
you will WAIT to feel the WEIGHT
a slow GAIT toward the GATE
you say No to what you say you KNOW
then it's "OH no you still OWE"
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
Hear the boat CREAK in the CREEK
where the water flow was WEAK for a WEEK
we couldn't set SAIL for the SALE
I might look PALE because I needed a PAIL
see, my WHOLE boat is full of HOLES
when it SEES the SEAS it always rolls
I can see THEIR boats over THERE
I just stand on the STAIR and STARE
I wish TO be out there sailing TOO
there's something DUE that I must DO
I don't KNOW how to say NO
never say NOT and let the KNOT go
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
I feel like a MIST
MISSED by the gently kissed
not seen by the loving EYE
I blow away and i drift
it's hard to find PEACE
PIECE by piece, I fall apart
I SOAR to release
every SORE on my heart
I SEE the SEA
there's comfort in my fall
as I SINK in SYNC
I am a part of it all
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
having no root, i followed my own route
i used to know no other way
some would say i was the sum of a brute
i used to prey, when i should pray
i used to believe in an eye for an eye
to our minds vengeance comes in twos
by the time that we buy our last goodbye
we do what we do, then pay our dues
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
the only way that he could say bye
buying a red rose and watching it die
dying to find some other way
weighing his options to live another day
he couldn't help but to feel like a heel
healing was hard and the pain was real
reality soaked him like torrential rains
reigning over his will to remain
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
A little sight, him sauntering over to my side of the bed
pantless and looking eager as a child to see me:
he had her ******* in mind. I know now,
I only feel sympathetic about it, I know it pained him
when he touched mine.
He said her name so few times I just thought of her as the
animal homophone, and if I were anyone else,
I would not have worried when he said
she thought of him on occasion, because morning came
as morning still and he still had a big heart for a liar.
The thing is that our rapport was honesty –
if I laid on him too heavy, he would request I scoot over
if he did not want to sing me a song
in that baritone fluid, I would seek another shoreline.
Submissive, yet, I would ask him what I wanted without
asking if he could simply love being loved,
I could not understand. Only a scruffy teddy bear could.
But we do not talk about it, maybe I mention
a bunny an ex gave me, one I cut the ears off of when
the apocalypse came, but he has not a syllable.
Nobody wants their lovers to exist
with other loves, and sometimes we do not want ourselves
to exist with other loves even more so.
I only feel sympathetic about it, because I first felt I had
a sibling when we connected, became all carnal,
sweet nature handed me a body.
I only just understood that I was not given the right one.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
the only way that he could say bye
buying a red rose and watching it die
dying to find some other way
weighing his options to live another day
he couldn't help but to feel like a heel
healing was hard and the pain was real
reality soaked him like torrential rains
reigning over his will to remain
(I am trying to get back to following the ones who follow me, or take interest in my writing. The best way to **** out" was to unfollow all, and then look at the list of my followers. I hate to be that way, but i also hate to see the ones who unfollwed me on my "home" page. Please bear with me, because it will only allow me to follow so many people a day apparently.)
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
I feel like a mist
missed by the gently kissed
not seen by the loving eye
I blow away and i drift
it's hard to find peace
piece by piece, I fall apart
I soar to release
every sore on my heart
I see the sea
there's comfort in my fall
as I sink in sync
I am a part of it all...
...I blew away to the ocean blue
accepted my role to roll with the tide
I never knew I could feel so new
no one can know no better ride
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
i have a right to speak ALOUD
ALLOWED to give my two CENTS
SENSE of freedom in opinions TOLD
TOLLED by thoughts that i dispense
i have a right to let them KNOW
NO others have walked my COURSE
COARSE visions from my own EYE
I write in blood from the source
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
I am that wounded dear, humbled
Stumbling ‘round
Rabbit holes of you, under—Brush
The I’s from my mist
The kidneys from my stones.
Elaborate mumbles deerly missed,
By habit, eye drowned in tones
Siren singing seas, under—Blush
Something subtle: easily kissed.
A human homophone.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
God bless the one who PRAYS
PRAISE the Lord's heavenly REIGN
RAIN on me, then warming RAYS
RAISE my soul to a higher PLANE
PLAIN and simple, he can HEAL
HE'LL save any sinner TOO
TO him, surrender yourself WHOLLY
HOLY father is for me and you
PRAYER
oh Lord, can you hear my PLEAS
PLEASE shelter me from the RAIN
REIGN over me with a watchful EYE
I long to make it to your domain
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
You asked me my name in your first remark
We sat on opposite ends of a question mark
You were dashing - made me pause,
me, this independent clause
standing alone,
I made sense on my own
But I answered you anyway.
Ellipses.
Now you are the verb in my heart’s contraction
I am the subject and you are the action
An Interrogative with a Declarative reaction
An Exclamatory and then an Imperative attraction
Ellipses.
Your lips ease
Me, the direct object of your affection,
but never sentenced to an apostrophe’s possession
perhaps more true- a plural “s” suggestion
and the excitement behind an exclamation point’s inflection
The semi-colon understands
We can be on our own, but we want to stand
together
where our letters
aren’t fetters,
but the typesetter’s
better measure
of linguistic pleasure.
We communicate through metaphors and similes
Like the birds and the bees
We speak across homophone lines
to keep a census of our senses at all times
Because words said aloud have allowed
us to find meaning behind the utterance of sound-
mere words and phrases
jumping off of pages
into brain and heart and soul
when the parts become a whole
And with the syntax, punctuation, grammar, and usage
I’m a hopeless semantic always trying to ****** it
Language- yours I understand through the myriad.
Words can’t capture you. Period.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
Albert Ross was at a loss.
He couldn't gloss
over the dull fact hanging
lifeless like the near-homophone
about his neck.
It's a pretty neck,
this long and slender neck,
with the impeccable lines of its smooth cylinder
broken only by a smallish apple.
Eve would've refused it.
To sea. To sea.
There he'd see
with its wide vistas
the feathery visage of this polar white
visitor riding astride his black cloud.
"Rain, would it please you to rain?
Are you allowed
to open up and drown me?"
Is how he’d phrased it
in his mind, countless times.
The hardest rain would be welcome,
but this constant threat,
this ponderous yet,
this threaded pendant swinging
as fast and steady
as a winged pendulum might,
was not. It tightened,
that knot deep in the pit of his stomach.
He'd done no harm.
Harm wasn't his to do,
or undo. The harm came before,
at the hands of a father,
who gave him such
an ill-spoken name,
and the Father before him.
He, ages before him,
deigned to make us this world
where a bird’s no more
than a bird or any man
with the want of a soul.
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
Slowly I step away from the gate,
Gait unsteady, I stop and I wait
Weight of the moment sees me in a daze
Days ahead blur into a chilling haze.
She whispers her last from upon the kerb
Curb my fear, this I know I need to hear
Here and now is my only chance at peace
Piece together what happened to make this cease.
She said that I made her my fragile dear,
Deer caught in headlights, my ******
Heroine to be rescued from all mist,
Missed the chance to know this girl I kissed.
She was done being made to feel weak,
Week after week she assembled her fort,
Fought all urge to let this issue slide by.
Bye, she murmured, I am now ready to fly.
So this is the sad end to my tale,
Tail tucked in between my legs I
Eye her walk away into the night
Knight I am no more, fade to white.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 5:52 AM UTC
She Shoots Me Towards
the Reaches of the Atmosphere.
(narcotic)
She Bravely Descends Earthward
from the Divine Empyreal.
(superhero)
Not Unlike a Hypodermic Needle
Piercing My Median Cubital Vein,
(narcotic)
She Flashes into My Heart
in Scarcely Eight Seconds.
(superhero)
Besides Inducing Euphoria,
She Effectuates Toxicity;
(narcotic)
In Fewer than Ten Minutes,
She Targets My Defenses.
(superhero)
She not only Provokes Peak High,
(narcotic)
She Destroys a Lifetime of Yearning.
(superhero)
She is My ****** (narcotic)
She is My Heroine. (superhero)
~ The Sharpie Poet
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
Navel gazing poetry reduction
Set schemes and syllables, are all defined
Words within these set guidelines are confined
automatic, a five point deduction
odd
nothing really rhymes with
poetry
poultry?
I
am
sure
the
chickens
like
a
certain
rhythm
to
the
piece
(kind of looks like one)
But in Days of yore, but so goes the tale
Poets would lyric, prose, perhaps, with a lute
But poorly formed rhyme meant pay not in loot
A Homophone, gets you payment, in ale
Momentarily,
The flow is interrupted
By a small Haiku
The point of the piece would be
As anyone could plainly see
without breaking some joints
to win back the points
And not be among the debris
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
What the hell is a katydid?
Is it near where the carotid is hid?
And, is there a reason we need
To know whatever Katy did?
Why does macaroni have an elbow?
This sounds to me a lot like a phony.
And how far back and forward does it go?
Really? Anthropomorphized macaroni?
What kind of person puts a bra on a car?
I mean, the entire idea is a bit bizarre,
One of the silliest I have heard of so far.
Does anyone know what automoboobies are?
Can people play poker with potato chips?
Maybe they’ll up the ante with avocado dip?
Then Vegas would not be such a wise trip.
Gives a new meaning to being ‘in the chips’.
Who gets to legally use a homophone?
And can anyone properly use it alone?
Since we no longer dial, why dial tone?
Some of this stuff if from the Twilight Zone.
Political parties don’t seem to be fun,
Not even for the lucky ones that won.
It must mean something that people run
But they look like something to run from.
Why would anybody put money into a kitty.
What is the matter that they have no pity?
After all, most kitties are way itty bitty.
So, stop putting money into a poor kitty!
And this putting on the dog stuff annoys.
It sounds like the game of bratty boys;
They finally get old enough to ignore toys
And play word games on a dog. Oh joy!
And what does it mean to horse around?
Is it the pantomime horse worn by clowns?
It can’t be the kind of horse one rides around?
That kind might trample a fool into the ground.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
I knew to my core thought processes
Unthinkable but thought
A shock to the recesses of my mind
A bout of this world I once knew
I never thought it would not grow old
Its shiny, but icy cold
I thought I knew fear
I thought I knew hate
I thought I knew disparity and truth
I never knew it was a homophone filled with illustrious ironies
A brand of say
A brand of way
A brand of order
A brand of decay
I Knew a brave world,
Knew a status quo,
Alas there is something different
invading our psyches at will
Sitting upon the steps of our memories of a world we thought we once knew
But not you.
You're so different now
You almost act as if you never knew how it was
What ever the case, its normal now...
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 5:59 AM UTC
Less any objection with the missus,
versus never experiencing living alone
well...yes during that rough patch,
(sans during early adolescence),
I existed in a bone
huff fied impenetrable cocoon,
and just maybe before
yours truly dies, a clone
can be created from
stem cells of this doggone
melon collie, whimpering
beastie boy finally revelling,
where destiny does enthrone
me rendering unfettered
with round the cluck nymph fone
mani yolk hen pecking, nagging,
and leaching... from blood *******
vampire spouse foregone
as a "bad" dream worse
than getting Rhode
Island sized gallstone
removed subsequently
saving said as gemstone
whiling away hours, days, weeks...
chiseling away at my gravestone,
no matter yours truly will get cremated
ashes scattered, liberated, and dispersed
finally exempt from grindstone,
where thee spirit
of Math Hew Homophone
Scott Harris appeased
as powdery gray flecks
similar to limestone,
that swirl reintegrating with Earth,
this quirky I poetically intone,
and soundlessly utter from jawbone,
perhaps communicating more
clearly by knucklebone.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
My head is full of ideas
Of can nots, and will nots
And should nots
My hair is full of knots
Just knots.
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC